A Farewell Note to You

I have tried so hard just to let you know. Everything I feel, but it's time I let you go. No questions are being answered, No mysteries being solved. I have tried over and over to get you involved. It was but that one special moment that we deeply shared. That made my life go beyond despair. You gave my life hope when there was none. You made my life's race a little easier to run. Thank you for all that you have given me. My life was made happier indeed. The time has come for me to say bye. I guess we can give someone else a try. I hope we can still say hi when we meet. I hope perhaps a hug when we greet.

A Dagger to Her Heart

Just like in "A Poison Tree," I have let my anger get the better of me. I would really like to see it happen to her, death from a poisoned tree. Some form of justice would be gladdening. But a dagger to her heart would be saddening. I could get caught and go to jail. But a poisoned tree would leave me innocent, you see. A dagger to Girlfriend's heart would bring more pleasure. And the death I might just treasure. Alas, I can't do it, for, I don't have the guts. I sure wish I knew someone with a poisoned tree.

All Alone

All alone she sits in darkness, no one to share her tears with. All alone she contemplates the very tempting myth. All alone she wonders why hatred exists. She thinks often of all those who the Savior, they resist. All alone she sits waiting by the phone for one simple call. She sits waiting by the door, but no one invites her to the mall. All alone she does nothing, whatsoever. All alone, she is lonely forever.

(Maybe I'm Not) Over Him

Maybe I'm not over him. Maybe I still wish a friend. He could be to me. Together forever be. Maybe I'm not over him. He's gone. Gone away. Maybe I'm not over him. I don't know what to do. My hearts still hearts to the core. I don't know what to do. Oh, Lord, please help me to go through. Cause maybe I'm not over him.

Summer Time, Wonderful Time

Summer time It’s a wonderful time Summer time It’s a wonderful time Birds are flying No children crying Flowers bud with blooms There are no vacant hotel rooms Splashing in the water hose This is not the time of the runny nose The sun shines bright Way into the coming night Everyone is showing their legs No one is coloring Easter eggs A number of gardens are growing tall It’s Summer Time; we’ve got no troubles at all There’s no school going on Children, the streets at this time they own They are the rulers, kings, and queens of the streets, Until their mothers call them to eat On the highways, license plates from everywhere From the windows, you can see the blowing hair Around and around everything goes When does it stop, everyone knows The last week of August the first week in September Summer is over, let’s take time to reflect and remember Summer time It’s a wonderful time Summer time It’s a wonderful time.